fragmented.dreams

(Source: staypozitive)

The wisdom of a child.

(Source: seeking-a-friend, via dinosaurparfait)

Speak, friend.

Would you?

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Seuss wisdom.

(Source: ronaelisa, via kandosii-ner-vod)

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror.  Now, I looked like an Araelian warrioress.  With my silver armor, burgundy pants, rose-colored riding skirt, and my goldish-brown hair pulled back into a French braid, I looked like a figure out of a fairy tale.  And I felt that way too.  I smiled at my reflection before bending over to lace my boots.

-from Chapter Five of Felicity

“Ironically enough, I felt like a princess in a fairy tale, with all this liveliness around me.  It was almost superficial; silly, even.  Still, I felt as if all this was somehow meant for me. “

“This was the dress I was to wear, had I married Sebastian.”

“Oh, the sea. I don’t feel like I belong there, but somehow, it calls me home.”

Where is fancy bred? In the heart, or in the head?